Dream Sailors Poem by Wendell Belden

Dawn was chasing the night fog from the majestic Greek Mainland in the distance. A near by island with
gray/white sea chiseled cliffs was crowned with slender
fir trees standing dignified among countless frothy yellow flowers. The sky too clear to splash color at the sun.

A cool light breeze played with the fog chasing it
whimsically around as little children chase a ball on
a grassy field. With barely enough wind to fill the sails
we glide gracefully across the calm emerald blue-green
water.

The auto-tiller easily steering the boat I sat in the high
corner behind the wheel leaning happily against the
lifelines, looking…absorbing this gentle day, this
magnificent place. Then your face with eyes a-twinkle
and smiling slightly, coyly appeared in the companion
way. You started to speak but saw my finger at my lips
and by magic knew…and did not break the spell. But
softly, on bare feet came to sit next to me then leaned
into my chest and as you came I lifted my arm then
lowered it to embrace you lovingly. You bent your head,
kissed my arm then lay back and so ……………we sailed.